Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 996: Five Forms of War

The ground beneath them had long since collapsed, replaced by a crater large enough to swallow a city block. Shockwaves rolled outward with every clash, toppling walls, leveling towers, and blasting debris into the air like meteors.

At one point, Ballion leapt back and raised his arms, summoning an ocean of darkness above his head. The tide poured down like a black tsunami, threatening to drown the entire city.

William only smirked grimly. Planting his feet, he punched upward once. Just once.

BOOOOM!

The golden war aura exploded from his fist, piercing the ocean of darkness like a spear of sunlight, tearing a hole straight through it. The tide split apart, dissipating into nothing but smoke.

Ballion stared in disbelief as William landed, dust rising around him. His war aura blazed brighter than ever, the raw intent of conflict shattering everything in its path.

Every attack Ballion unleashed—constructs, waves, chains, claws, even his enhanced body—was met and torn apart by William’s fists and legs alone. It wasn’t just power; it was mastery. Each strike carried the accumulated experience of countless battles, the will of war itself embodied in flesh.

The city shook. The earth split. Shadows and light devoured each other in a ceaseless storm.

And for the first time in centuries, Ballion—the Demon Master—was forced onto the back foot.

The battlefield was a ruin of shattered stone and broken towers. The hidden city itself groaned as if it could no longer bear the clash between President William and Master Ballion. The two titans stood apart now, dust and ash swirling between them, golden war intent clashing endlessly with abyssal darkness.

Ballion’s chest heaved. His armor of shadow flickered faintly, cracks showing where William’s fists had struck him again and again. Never before had he been pressed like this by a human. His crimson eyes narrowed, and for the first time, the sneer on his face slipped into something colder, sharper.

”You... are stronger than I imagined.” His voice echoed like rolling thunder, deep and resonant. ”I did not think a human could force me this far but just so you know I am the weakest of the weakest Demon Master among the demons. If defeating me makes you use your full strength, then I feel pity for your human race.”

William’s expression didn’t change. His aura surged higher, golden light radiating from his body. ”Your words don’t matter, demon. You’ll fall here like the rest of your kind.”

Ballion’s lips curved into a grim smile, fangs flashing. ”Then you leave me no choice.”

He spread his arms wide, his darkness roaring higher than ever before. The shadows around him condensed, trembling as if struggling to contain the sheer force within. The air thickened, heavy and suffocating, crushing weaker beings to their knees.

Even Elder Liam and Elder Owen staggered backward, their faces pale as they felt the overwhelming surge.

”I did not think...” Ballion’s voice grew louder, reverberating through the ruined city. ”...that I would need to use this move against a mere human.”

His body expanded as the darkness wrapped tighter around him, not as armor, but as essence—shaping into a grotesque, towering form. His horns lengthened, twisting upward like jagged blades. His claws glistened sharper than obsidian, dripping with condensed shadow. His skin glowed with faint, runic etchings, ancient demonic marks pulsing with otherworldly light.

Above him, the darkness twisted into a colossal vortex, a black sun radiating malice and despair. From it, countless tendrils lashed down like spears, writhing and coiling as if alive. The city trembled as the vortex expanded, threatening to swallow everything.

”This technique was meant only for gods and kings...” Ballion’s roar shook the heavens themselves. ”Abyssal Eclipse!”

The black sun flared, and from it poured rivers of pure darkness. Blades, chains, whips, and monstrous claws all surged downward, merging into a tidal wave of annihilation. The sky itself seemed consumed, the horizon gone, replaced by endless black.

Even the Black Lotus Guild elders cried out, shielding themselves. The oppressive power was suffocating, too much even for most Divine Ranks to withstand.

But William didn’t flinch.

His golden aura burned brighter, standing tall against the abyss. His fists clenched, the runes of war blazing along his arms. His voice was steady, filled with the will of a man who had never bent to fear.

”So, you finally show me your strongest move.” William’s eyes hardened, like a warrior who had seen countless battlefields and never once yielded. ”Then let me answer you... with mine.”

He lowered his stance, war intent crackling violently around him. His body became a sun of golden battle force, ready to unleash the Five Forms of War.

William stepped forward, every motion radiating boundless war intent. His fists glowed brighter, and with a roar he declared:

”Five Forms of War—The Divine Beasts! - First Form – Fist of the Azure Dragon!”

William’s right fist shot forward, wrapped in golden aura that twisted into the majestic outline of an enormous azure dragon. Its roar shook the heavens as it coiled around his arm and tore into the darkness. The dragon’s maw clamped onto one of the massive shadow chains, ripping it apart before devouring a portion of the abyssal tide.

Ballion growled but thrust out his claw, condensing his 4th level Darkness Concept into a blade-like slash. The clash split the sky. The dragon shattered, but so too did Ballion’s claw.

The city buckled beneath the impact.

”Second Form – Fist of the White Tiger!”

William’s left fist followed, golden war intent twisting into the form of a ferocious white tiger. Its stripes burned with lightning-like radiance, its claws extended as it pounced forward. With a deafening roar, it ripped through the descending spears of darkness, scattering them like broken glass.

Ballion bellowed, stomping the ground. A shadow avatar surged behind him, forming a monstrous beast of darkness with jagged fangs. It clashed with the tiger, ripping at its golden aura. The two beasts devoured each other, darkness and light annihilating in a storm of sparks.

Still, William pressed forward.